Buried in the Basement

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Travel Song (I🖤SATX)

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Lyrics

All the lights bleed through the night into the sky until
They see my face from space reflected off a satellite, and we will
Stare down one morning from a fourteenth story windowsill
And see the mothers and the fathers as just sidewalk fodder.

Still,

We will act like birds up here
With words of fear cawed out to air
Yeah, we will act like animals
All instinct, claw, and vacant stare

And like the gears of a global machine
Our teeth will grind as we pass on the scene
Of a universal affair

And we won't want to be there
When the catalyst happens
And the whole thing comes apart from wear and tear

And so we pack our things, our diamond rings and dollar bills
We cruise the avenue that pours into the city's ring, and we kill
Twelve gallons of fuel and pull into a place where we can fill
And realize we've travelled light and long into the night

Still,

We camp outside and wonder why
We can't see all the poets' stars
Three hundred miles and hours whiled
And we're still lit by lines of cars

As we contemplate mysteries
We forget our histories
And how we got this far

We dream of a future
Where we can see horizon
And smell something besides the rotting bars